Saturday...

So, it's Saturday. I have no classes, no rehearsal, no truly pressing homework that can't be put off until tomorrow...

So I did nothing today. I sat here and watched at least 3 hours of straight Grey's Anatomy. And I feel good about that. I mean, it irks me that I have no clean clothes, and that my room's a mess, and I have dishes to do, sure. But, meh. I'll deal with that later.

I could go out tonight. I don't really have to. Not really motivated to. I could get off my butt and clean up. Actually, I probably will, while I wait for a few more eps to finish downloading. I could read ahead, organize my notes, do...stuff.

Don't really wanna.

Take THAT, sense of personal responsibility!! HAH!

So, yeah. I'm kinda, bored, but just because I'm not doing anything (<-- Statement of the YEAR.) Usually, I'm bored, but I have a million things to do, but I don't want to do any of them, so I'm both bored and disappointed. Not now. I'm...contentedly bored.

Yep... that's it.

Bunny (updated)

Bunny. You will see the link added under "Webcomics for the Insomniac in us all". Read it. I have never seen a more random comic involving adorable bunnies and complete global destruction.

I am bored. Tra la la la la. I will likely spend the afternoon wandering about the vast interweb, searching for new tidbits to amuse me. Unless, of course, someone ends this madness.

Remember, Kids: Idle hands make the devil's work, and an Idle Sparky is just asking for trouble.

More later...

Also, please note that hotmail appears to be down. Please use the gmail account until...Well, you're probably best to use it anyway. SparkyintheSnow (at) gmail (dot) com

7.26pm
I'm bored. I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored.

Seriously. It's sunday, I've read all of QC, Bunny, VG Cats... I'm actually kinda sick of reading web comics. I'm half-way through Lolita, and am now finding the narratior pretentious and popmus, and he annoys me. ZetaChannel isn't onto anything interesting because Bis left in a huff (again), and the Nano forums are all but dead. My room is clean (!) and I'm not terribly hungry. It's raining. Limewire stopped one of my downloads at 50% and won't pick back up again. Everything I have on here to watch has been played to death, and I watch the bonus features and several episodes of House last night, so I'm good for that.

I think I may actually have to re-install the Sims2 and start killing Sims for fun.

Yesterday when I got this bored, I took a 6 hour nap. I can't do that today, because I have to be ready for Larkin to get here at 10.30am.

The cat's staring at me funny.

I don't want to do anything that involves spending money right now. I really should start stashing bits and dabs away for Christmas money, and emergency car funds. The only thing that needs to be unpacked is my closet stuff, but my closet isn't ready yet.

...I can't be stirr crazy already, can I? I mean, I've only been here... less than a week, and this is only day 3 of nothing substantial to do. Maybe I need a game. One of those Quest-type games that keeps you online for hours on end. Something I can really get involved in.

Maybe I'll just cover my room in postit notes.

I'll post again later, if I'm still going loopy. If I'm losing my mind, you're going too.

Did Stuff...

Yeah. I did stuff today. Woo.

I dropped of some resumes, and bought some pretty pillows and hangers, and tix for the Trews Unplugged... and then I kinda hung out here and downloaded stuff... Thought about going for a walk, but didn't...

Blah.

Not that I'm really complaining, but I just feel... Lazy. Like I really should be accomplishing things now, before all hell breaks loose, but Something inside keeps telling me no. Of course, we've all heard this before. I really did want to change that this year.

I guess I'm making small changes. I've actually lost a lot more weight than I thought, so I want to keep it off. I'm stretching every morning when I get up, and again before I go to bed, which is helping my posture, and I'm sleeping better too. Plus, I'm trying to learn to listen to my body more: asking myself, am I hungry, or just bored? Or am I thirsty? And if I am hungry, what is it that my body is telling me I need? Bread? Something Sweet? It makes a big difference.

Also, I got a rather bizarre email from Justin, one of the cooks at Richardsons, basically stating that he just found out that I didn't know that he has a girlfriend (which was a bit of a shock...), and that he was sorry that I developed feelings for him, and that I thought there was a chance for us, and that if I'd been more forward sooner, we could have avoided this...

I'm not sure I actually developed feelings for him, other than "wow, I'd like to boink you a few times". We were flirting pretty hard core, but he does that with everyone, so I wasn't sure I should have been taking it seriously anyways. So I almost felt strange that I wasn't hurt. Maybe it's just a bit of my past, tugging at my sleeve and saying: "Hey, what about me?" And I see it, and what could have happened... I don't know, it's strange.

Good, but strange. Hell, seeing Todd with Trista and not wanting to break some spines is good but strange. Maybe I'm heading to a calmer place. OR maybe I'm just in some kind of deep, cognitive shock and all of the negative energies stemming from my relationships is just funneling into a destructive ball of pent up rage and agression which will continue to build in size and intensity until I DO actually go on a homicidal spree and rip the balls off of every man in a five mile radious...

But at least my hair will look good in the process.

My hair is AWSOME! And it's so soft!! and all it took was 5 minutes with the blowdryer (2nd day hair). And the colour is holding quite well! *gush!*

So, yeah. Got some stuff accomplished today, but it doesn't feel like much. Tomorrow night, I'm supposed to be going out with Ange, but I haven't heard from her yet to know what's going on. So I think I might try and get some more reading done. Or baking. Tomorrow might be a good day for a trip to the bulk store.

Mmm...Cookies...

Progress Report

So, things are moving rather slowly right now. Kind of annoying, but not terrible. I'm working toward all of those goals I set out for myself, but I'm finding myself to be rather... lazy.

I think I should maybe be prioritizing things a bit better. Before I attempt to do anything else, I should probably re-set my circadium rhythm. I don't understand why, but waking up more than an hour before I"m slated to be somewhere is becoming an issue. Maybe it's because my room is so cold I face hypothermia just getting out of bed. God, I need my own place...

It's just hard to get up when there's nothing to get up for. If I'm meeting someone, or going somewhere, or someone depends on me, it's not a problem. But when it's just something I"m planning to do, I manage to convince myself that just a few more minutes of blissful oblivion isn't such a bad thing. Yet, I'll stay up all hours of the night waiting for someone to call, or to want to talk, or to actually be online... you know, I have 35 people on my messenger list, and currently 11 are online, but only one of those people is not set to "away" or "busy"... When I'm online, it's because I want to talk to someone. Makes life easier that way.

So, it appears I have things to do. I have research that could be done, readings (though reading Shakespeare in first folio is much like reading an AOL chat transcript between 16 year old "ghetto thug pimps"), studying... Granted, I did many sit-ups tonight. You know there's nothing on TV when... I just don't feel like doing it right now. I can't take breaks between projects; I won't get started again! Maybe that's why I don't want to take time off from my education to work.

Anyway, I have some clutter to clear out, so I'm in the market for a table. That's right; just a coffee table that I can use for now to create the horizontal space I need to make this place live-able. Also, it will be my first real, live piece of furnatre, that I will own, and that I will posess to take with me to my next space. I'm excited about it! I have a bed-side table that my parents got me, and possibly a hand-me-down desk, but this would be my posession.

I'm off then. Weekend approaches, and I should go to sleep now before I get my second wind. There's JavaScripting and Shakespeare to be had in the morning. Glee.

Free time kills braincells.

It's not even 3pm, and I'm bored. I can feel myself shutting down, bit by bit. Motivation? Gone. Intrest? Went on a Union Coffee Break. Wakefulness? Fading fast.

I blame Sarah.

We went to the gym last night, and... well, let's just say I'm much more out of shape than I thought I was. Now I'm on a "Recovery" day. I'm not as sore as I thought I'd be, but I'm still whipped. Oh, well. Tomorrow, I get to do it all over again! Yeowch.

I've also made a rather troubling discovery: Chocolate is a trigger for my migranes. At least for the bad ones; lack of sleep causes the 24-hour headaches. It seems that something in my favorite comfort food is causing severe pain just behind my eyes... usually the right, though sometimes it switches. And these migranes are seriously messing with my mental clarity. I tried to have a conversaion with Sarah last night, and I swear, even I thought I was drunk! But, it's *chocoalte*!! How can I give up chocolate? Maybe I'll just have to re-stock my Advil and deal with it.

So, this was the first week of classes for me. Yay. I didn't think this term would be so bad: lots of social stuff going on, a couple of classes I really don't mind... Now that I'm getting Syllibi, I'm starting to worry. My average at the moment is exactly 67.10% (which will change once my last course posts the final grades), and that's just not good enough. So, I'm thinking, I'll just have to buckle down and study like a mad woman, right? I wish it was that easy.

Presentations, assignments, tests, essays... plus Prose fiction, requiring a short story for every class, AND a make-up class thrown randomly into the fray... It's a lot. It's a lot that's coming up very fast. And it's all contending with my Improv Nite, which I'm both hosting and organizing, my commitments to the March Play, plus work, and now househunting. BLAH! At least I have some "Sparky is Incommunicado" events planned that should give me time to kick back.

For now, since I've got the time, I'm going to clean. And make coffee. I'm sure I'll be back later.